Not a poem, more like rhyme scrabble. More like Justin is trying to stay awake.
I’m looking for money
On a day that is sunny
Hoping to buy a snack
A beer or a bunny.
My nose is runny
On a day that is sunny
I need some more tissues
Cuz my hankie is spongy
I need me my mummy!
On a day that is sunny
She keeps me safe
And calls me Sonny.
via Daily Prompt: Sunny
I like the word “Wheel” for several reasons. Reason one: it’s invention was one of the more important ever, enabling so many things not possible to exist. Reason two: secret H that could easily mess up someone learning our recklessly hard language. Reason three: there have been thousands of rappers who have rhymed/word-played “wheel” and “will.” It is also apart of classic cliches such as: “You can see the wheels turning,” “Trying to reinvent the wheel,” “Squeaky wheel gets the grease,” “Big wheel,” and a ton more.
“YOU KNOW THAT BIG WHEEL KEEP ON TURNIN’,” exclaims Tina Turner in “Proud Mary.” The eponymous title of the post is an album by The Prestige All-Stars, an group including popular jazz musicians, most notably John Coltrane.
Teens getting awkward handjobs on Ferris wheels, people guessing letters on Wheel of Fortune or hoping to hit a dollar when they spin the wheel on Price is Right.
Here are some popular examples:
Bike Wheel or “Tire”
WHEELS ARE EVERYWHERE
via Daily Prompt: Wheel
Well. This is my favorite album of 2017 so far. I haven’t been this happy about a project in a while. 23 year old, Long Beach rapper, Vince Staples has delivered something really unique and exciting to the world of hip-hop. People have been dick-riding Vince for quite some time now for non music reactions and hot takes but here I am…hoppin’ on. Vince is fucking cool. He has an honest, relaxed and confidently dry demeanor that seems super secure with his interesting views. Even if he didn’t make great music, he could be an entertainer just because of his personality and presence.
But let’s talk about the music. To me, his music sounds clean with stellar production that still lets Vince bar out. His cadence, voice, the tendency to hold out words while giving you relatable and hard-hitting lyrics is amazing. Listen to the older “Norf Norf” for a damn near perfect example of his style. Big Fish Theory is no different but still completely left field of what is mainstream hip hop right now. The production took crazy artistic risks bringing a more electronic style to the instrumentals. There is a lot of non-traditional drums and synths that would work on an experimental electronica album (WHICH I LOVE). The first track “Crabs In a Bucket” sets this tone immediately. Atmospheric, yet cutting synths, vocal samples and drums that come in and out. I love it. The single, “Big Fish,” feels more like a traditional Vince song. Seemingly simple instrumental with an unending flow during the verses; this may be the most “normal” of the entire track list. “Love Can Be…” is pretty much a glitch-hop/house track and doesn’t even have rapping in it until it is nearly half way over. It’s like Staples was a feature on his own song.
One of the many things I like about Vince is that he has great choruses. “Big Fish,” “Homage,” “Party People” and “Yeah Right” are noticeably great in this area. The latter track, “Yeah Right” is a standout. I’m at work so I had to listen to this song through headphones. That was disrespectful. Once I get home, I’m playing this on my good speakers because this absolutely bangs. It’ll rattle cheap cars in the streets. It’ll cause your neighbors to bang on your wall. It’ll register on the Richter scale. Add in one of the better Kung Fu Kenny features and ya know what, just fuck me up fam.
The production is so good that I felt myself caring less about what Staples was saying but more how he said things in relation to the beat. I did gather that he has lived a significantly different life than mine. Tracks are about the world around him, women and things that have happened to him. Nothing too groundbreaking but said in a really cool way by a really cool person.
This album is weird and definitely Vince took a risk but in the best way possible. I really really really like Big Fish Theory and it will fit nicely into my playlist(s). Vince’s flows are engaging in a cool rambling way. He raps nonstop and throws random rhythm changes that just feel so good. Like Danny Brown, Vince’s voice just sounds good over close to anyhing. I want to dance, fight and rave to this. He committed to the direction the album was gonna take and took it there.
ALSO THE RUNTIME IS ONLY 36 MINUTES.
Get you some:
I’m getting scared yo. Recently celebrated a birthday and I’m working a 9-5 that has 0 impact on my life. Wake up. Go to work. Come home. Sleep. Repeat. This loop can go weeks without changing or I can break some of it up with hanging out with friends, going to concerts, going on dates, getting hammered on the weekends. No matter what though, once Monday hits, it all starts again. Is this my life? Is this a majority of every adult life? Sprinkle in some kids and variances in money and that routine gets everyone. Some people love it, some people would rather not just be a cog in their own machine.
Haven’t done a poem in awhile:
He shoots the ball
Around the hoop
In a loop
Until it falls.
He ties his strings
of his boots
In a loop
Until it stings.
She flips her hair
while she snoops
in a loop
Until he stares.
via Daily Prompt: Loop
This story is 67% true.
Man, this is so dumb. We got to this parade and I’m kinda in a bad mood. It’s been pouring for like 45 minutes but thankfully it is starting to clear up. I need to start drinking now. Someone in our group tells us there is a beer distributor around the corner. Alright bet. Three OE pounders and this cranberry vodka a friend gave me should be enough to get me to a happy place. The parade begins. Music, marching, mammaries are everywhere. Two beers down, it’s a great time.
Oh shit, I have to pee.
We are locked in the middle of this parade and the slow moving dance troupe in front of us is starting their routine again. I gotta get outta here. The sides are lined with people taking pictures of the extravagance around us and the end is not in sight. I’m a big boy and I’ve had to pee before but the stakes are much higher when options are limited. WHERE IS THE CLOSEST BATHROOM!? We keep marching but I’m surveying the land. Much to the dismay of my bladder, there isn’t one in sight. Ten minutes pass and we’ve reached critical mass. You know what, step 1: get out the parade. I’ll be able to walk and investigate faster. Also, if I hear Beyonce’s “Freakum Dress” one more time, somebody is getting a golden shower.
“Excuse me, excuse me,” as I break the barrier in a rush. The crowd is only like five rows deep but some onlookers caught a rough shoulder on my way out. Freedom. “Hey,” I scare a stranger, “Where is the closest bathroom??” The fear they felt subsides enough for them to point to a giant brown building about a 100 yards down the boardwalk. “Thanks!” I yell before run/walking through the masses. I see a line. Must be the women’s room. I walk around the other side of the building and waltz into a stall. Now the rules suggest that you shouldn’t stand next to another man at a urinal unless space requires it. Bump that. Thank God, I’m wearing swim trunks. I peel the important parts out of the netting and let fly.
I was relieved.
via Daily Prompt: Relieved
This is a review of me, Justin Davis, the person. Album is self-titled obviously.
Justin Davis, born today, 26 years ago, is a black male hailing from Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. Now residing in Philadelphia, he attempts to slither through life as a product of his upbringing and experiences. He’s…alright.
Actual Picture of Justin
His parents raised him in church and taught him to be a generally respectable member of society. They were probably aware that his lot in life as a black man would make it harder for him but never let on that it could hinder him. They encouraged him to do things that he enjoyed and only applied force when they saw what was best for him (like getting a job). His parents were also results of their environment and could only raise him the way they thought best…which turned out to be decent. They are the reason he loves music and read a ton as a kid. Justin is curious, decent at many things, well liked (I THINK) and mostly healthy.
Not everything was/is sunshine and roses though. Personal trauma at a very young age and his first job at Walmart are two distinct events that had negative affects on Justin’s thought processes and emotional outlook. Experiencing retail first-hand formed a low expectation of humans in general and caused him to deaden his emotional range. You can’t be hurt if you can’t feel (love proves this to be patently false no matter how hard one tries). It also made him a prolific liar. The dislike of people grew but so did a longing to be a part of society. Unsure of where his social awkwardness originated, he tries to navigate situations through analyzing all possibilities and having a prepared response. People tend to enjoy his company (GOD, I HOPE SO) but sometimes it results in him being the quietest person in the room. About the personal trauma…uuhhh nope, only family and few others know about it. Let’s just say that no good came of it, a net negative on his life projection that no child should have to experience.
Despite a concerted effort to only exhibit emotions between nothingness or joy, there is a quick tempered, easily annoyed person that is constantly kept in check. He’s made it his only goal to exclusively seek happiness. History shows that when he gets emotional, things change swiftly (and sometimes recklessly) to accommodate. Whether that be quitting a good job or ending a healthy relationship. Justin’s aware that his life outlook is inherently selfish, focused on bettering and appeasing himself first before putting a great deal of effort trying to better the world. Music makes him happy. Watching movies makes him happy. Puncturing the cellophane of a Ben&Jerry’s container makes him happy. Successfully weaving through a conversation makes him happy. Making someone else happy makes him happy. Playing the drums is not only deeply cathartic but is Justin’s positive contribution to the world and that contribution makes him happy. This pursuit of happiness, has created a strict set of social guidelines. Justin wants everyone that he interacts with to have a pleasant experience, even if he hates their guts. No excess drama, creating the least amount trouble and generally staying out the way. This has caused sacrifices that he’s been willing to bear but he’s no saint because as previously stated…it is all for his happiness. And you know what: he’s pretty happy.
Justin Davis is a decent person. He needs to lose some weight and shrug off his tendency to choose laziness over something smarter but at 26 he’s got some time to figure it out. He uses his Twitter to vomit stream of consciousness nonsense and writes here not just for himself but in the hopes that someone can find just a little bit of joy in this RIDICULOUS WORLD.
7/10 because he got a haircut yesterday.
Haven’t written anything dumb in awhile so here
Shout out to the GAP for making pants for big behind. I wouldn’t consider myself fat but I do have thick thighs and a big ol’ butt. I’m thicker than a bowl of oatmeal. Recently I discovered that the GAP made a straight leg pant that tapers at the bottom. They are perfect. I bought them in three colors. I’m wearing a pair right now.
I realized that I a lot of time when I talk I taper off. I wonder why? I already speak weird because of my big tongue (LOL I DONT KNOW IF THIS TRUE) so I shouldn’t make it hard for people to understand me. Start strong then trail off like I’m unsure of what I’m talking about.
I image searched the word “taper” on Google and the results were a bunch of dudes getting haircuts with it faded on the sides. I’m gonna start getting my hair cut like that. Currently I look like a homeless man but I got stuff going on soon (and get some cheeks), so I need to get taken care off. I used to get it all one length cut real low. Once, during a particularly bushy period when my coworkers were urging me to get my hair game situated, one said “You’re a man, you don’t wanna be lookin’ like a twelve year old boy.” He’s totally right. I might go today honestly.
via Daily Prompt: Taper